The possibility of this change is not at all what I expected and for the first time, I'm fearing opportunity. It's like my Republican inclinations as I age, whereas my Democratic self reigned for years when I felt I had nothing to lose. I'm afraid of this opportunity because I fear this unplanned possibility for change.
Oddly enough, what this change might bring is not a change in scenery. I'd be in Los Angeles, still, among family, friends, loved by those around me, continually showering those whom I love with the only kind of love I'm capable of, the only kind I know.
It's all a "learning experience" or so I'm told, and those words keep resonating with me as I keep asking myself, "why do these things keep happening to Me??"
Only time will tell, and then the truth will show itself, however beautiful or ugly it may be.
